Ravalear: Not for Sale (Ravalejar)

Arms stretched out. Don't look down,

or you'll fall.

That's right.

Nice and high.

Don't look down.

Okay.

Come on, you can go faster.

Now, go for it. Exterior, interior...

-Stretch your arms. -Sorry.

Nice and high.

Okay.

That's great, girls.

Right, let's clear up. We're done.

We did well, didn't we?

Remember, it's the last week to pay for the championship.

Don't leave it until the last minute.

-Okay? -Okay.

I didn't like that last jump

-so the last part... -You did it well.

I didn't like it.

Here, Evelyn.

For the championship.

My mum didn't have time to do a bank transfer,

she said to pay in cash.

No problem.

-I'm so glad you can come this time. -Thanks.

Thank you.

Follow me, I give you the key, you give me money...

What's he saying?

Trust me.

-We don't understand him. -What's up with you?

-I don't understand. -Let's go.

-We're not going with you. -Why?

-Listen to me... -Go away.

-Look what I have here. -Go away.

I'll give you the key. The flat is there, let's go.

-Give me the key. -No, you have to pay first.

-He's crazy. -What do you mean?

Hang on a minute.

-I'll make a call. -He keeps making calls.

Wait a minute, okay?

One minute.

I think he's crazy.

-Hi. -Rita. Hi, love.

Are you with Nisrin? She's not picking up.

-Yes, she's here. -Yes, could you put her on, please?

-I need to talk to her about skating. -Okay.

Yes, love. Thanks.

-Hello? -Nisrin, hi.

-Where are you? -At home.

Why? We agreed to meet at 5 p.m.

I've got maths homework.

-No, no. Your homework can wait... -But Àlex...

Nisrin, look, say goodbye to Rita right now

and get the hell over here, okay?

No, I can't.

Fucking hell. Fucking hell!

-Okay, come on, let's go. -No, no.

-Yes, let's go. -No, no.

You're crazy. You've wasted our time.

Okay then, bye. Take care. Bye!

Fucking hell, they're so distrusting.

This is so fucking hard.

NOT FOR SALE

Fucking Cristòbal.

He bricked them all up.

This is Souha's.

-What? -This is Souha's.

He's been missing since Tuesday.

He hasn't said anything?

No, he's disappeared.

Maybe something happened to him.

-Try to find him. -I already did.

I've called him but he won't answer.

You could do more than calling.

What can I do? Look at the state of this.

Cristòbal is bricking things up, I have tones of shit on...

Fine.

What? Let's go.

GET OUT, RATS

Hello.

-Sorry, sorry. -You're Marta!

Yes. You're the social workers, right?

-You're Àlex's girlfriend. -Exactly.

We share a daughter and a mortgage. The full package.

Have you heard from Souha?

No.

We've asked around but nobody has seen him.

I went to the associations, the soup kitchens...

Nobody knows anything.

I've looked everywhere, too.

If he's joined a group, they move quickly.

I'm worried something bad might have happened.

I heard a group has set up a new camp at Montjuïc.

You could go and look...

Oh, sorry.

-Excuse me. -No worries.

Marta, I'm taking you to a very special place for wine.

Here's the location.

-Everything okay? -Yes, yes...

Okay, Claire, I'll see you there.

I've never had a meeting on a boat.

Welcome.

Come aboard.

What do you think?

Lost for words?

Well...

few get to see the city from here.

Look, don't feel guilty for being able to do things you like.

There's no need.

Claire, please.

Of course.

Of course, madam.

Some are born with a red carpet, others with no ground to tread on.

A red carpet...

We're getting metaphorical.

Look, I wasn't born with a red carpet.

-Ah. -No.

-No. -No, I assure you.

Hey!

I did all this by myself.

And you?

Me? Eh...

Depends who's looking, I guess.

I'm no therapist, okay?

But I can see something's worrying you.

Hey, we all have our own shit. That's the way it is.

Lately...

I've got too much on my plate.

What a nerve.

Is there a problem, Marta?

No, why?

You turned up at my office...

full of enthusiasm and promises.

You convinced me working with you was a good idea,

but you've been tense since.

Hesitant.

It's as if the delay suits you fine.

Sorry you feel that way...

Marta, I need that hotel license quickly.

And soon I'll need you and your office to be up to the job.

It's time to make those promises come true.

You're going to, right?

Yes, of course.

What do you want to eat?

-I've cooked lentils today. -Sounds good.

I don't know how you make them so...

They're perfectly round. Mine all look like churros.

-Hi, Nisrin. Come in. -He likes how we do it.

-Years of practice. -Look.

-Hi. -Hello.

Your mum invited me to learn how to make naan bread.

Here.

Come and sit here.

-Help us, I don't understand him. -You look serious.

I've been calling you and you don't answer.

Hey.

-Can we talk, please? -No.

No?

Did you pay the inscription?

-Yes, and that's it for now. -Ah, that's it.

Next year, there's no inscription fee, skates, leotard... right?

You know how expensive new skates can be.

You do, don't you?

What's he saying?

We're talking about skating.

Nisrin is really good at skating.

She knows, right?

You should come one day.

To watch her skate, when they do their shows.

She's one of the best.

-Aren't you? -My skates are just fine.

What size are you?

-A four. -A four.

And you'll still be a four next year?

Your feet will magically stop growing?

What are you doing?

I think... they had a fight.

Her and Rita.

They argued.

They fell out.

Something to do with skating.

Can I go talk to her?

-Yes, yes. -Okay.

Nisrin,

listen to me.

We had a deal.

You can't just break a deal.

I gave you money.

You can't just leave me in the lurch. It doesn't work like that.

I don't want to do it anymore.

That doesn't matter. I'm desperate, you know that.

You know how I am.

You know, sweetie! You know I need you.

Right? Look, sweetie, I get it.

I know this is difficult for you,

but just hold on a bit longer.

I don't care, find another translator.

I want some water, please.

I'll tell your mum.